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senditcolton · 1 year

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Prompt #7 with PLD?

ah PLD, the man i can never let go of. this prompt might be a little cliche but do you know why cliches become cliches? because they work!

Love doesn't have to be something that we hide behind the scenes.

“I think we should tell them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, your voice quiet but assured. “To be honest, I’m kind of surprised we managed to keep it a secret for this long.”

“Well, to be fair, we didn’t really plan for this to happen.”

“I know, Luc. I was there when it started,” you tease and your heart trills at the sound of Pierre’s laughter coming from the adjoining bathroom of the hotel suite you found yourself in.

How did you get here? Well, it was a long story.

How you came to be staying in the same hotel as the Winnipeg Jets was an easy answer. Right before the season started, you got a job as a part of the Jets the athletic training staff and soon, you found yourself as part of the travelling team, an honor that you hadn’t expected to receive in your first year. So, technically speaking, you were supposed to be in this hotel with the rest of the players and staff. However, your assigned room was actually a floor below.

That lead to the story how you came to find yourself nestled in the bed sheets behind the hotel room belonging to one Pierre-Luc Dubois.

As previously mentioned, you didn’t plan on this happening. At first, Pierre was just another co-worker. An insanely attractive co-worker who maybe sometimes flirted with you in the hallways to be sure but that was all. You certainly weren’t expecting him to become something more than that, a brief infatuation that you would get over eventually and things would return to business as usual. The rational part of your brain also told you that it was impossible for you and him to become something more. You’ll be the first to admit that you had only skimmed the employee code of conduct but you were pretty sure there was a section that said no fraternizing with the players.

And you never planned to.

Not until one night in Tampa when Victor Hedman laid a particularly messy hit on Pierre, a hit that caused his legs to tangle underneath him and had him ushered off the ice to the training room where he sat as you checked to see what the damage was. And when you and Rob confirmed that it was serious enough for Pierre to not return to the game, you stayed with him in the recovery room, icing and taping his knee to make him feel as best he could.

You could confidently say those 30 minutes or so of you and him just sitting together talking was the turning point in your relationship. And shortly after, you found yourself falling into an easy romance that you now couldn’t imagine your life without.

The two of you knew that being together wasn’t the smartest plan, that it could easily cost you your job. But you managed to keep it under wraps for almost four months and no one was the wiser.

However, you knew you had to come clean at some point. And that’s what lead to this conversation in a hotel room.

Pierre emerges from the bathroom, his pullover and sweatpants covering his frame as he walks back over to you still in bed.

“Are you sure you want to?”

“I wouldn’t say I want to. I like what we have right now, I like being in this nice little bubble of just you and me. But I think it would just make things easier, less complicated.”

“I could kiss you in hallways instead of having to wait until we were alone,” Pierre adds and you laugh at his light teasing.

“If I keep my job,” you say, trying to keep your voice light but having to voice the harsh possibility.

“Oh, right,” Luc sighs, his eyes ducking down. You reach out for his hand, taking in his palm in yours as you intertwine your fingers.

“Hey, that’s the worst-case possibility,” you rationalize, trying to dissuade your fears as much as his own. “I could also stay in my current position, or I can’t travel with you guys, or I get fired at the end of the season instead of immediately so we’d still get about another month of this. We really know until we reveal… this.”

Luc chuckles at your stuttered sentences, his hand tightening around yours.

“If it does go badly, which I hope it won’t considering the fact that this has been going on for months and I’d like to think I’ve remained professional, I’ll just be like a normal hockey partner. Like everyone else,” you laugh and Pierre smiles at you.

“You could never be like everyone else,” Pierre says with a soft smile and you can’t stop the heat from flooding your cheeks. “But I think you’re right. I think it’s time we tell everyone.”

“Maybe not everyone,” you laugh. “Maybe, let’s start with my boss. I can talk to Rob on the plane today and we’ll go from there.”

“So, I still can’t tell the boys?”

“Not yet. Depending on what Rob and the rest of my bosses say slash decide, we can talk about telling the boys.”

“That works for me,” Pierre accepts, lifting himself up off the mattress and using the hand clasped in yours to pull you up from the sheets. You can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips and you and Luc fall back into the easy intimacy that had defined your relationship. The two of you finish getting dressed, Pierre’s bag packed and the two of you are causally talking as you step out of the hotel room, so caught up in the conversation that you don’t notice Mark Scheifele stepping out of his own hotel room directly across the hall at the same time.

You notice Mark first, your words pausing and eyes widening as you watch him take the scene before him; you and Pierre stepping out of the room, one of Luc’s shirts falling from your shoulders.

“Oh my god,” he says and the pleading look that you plaster onto your face is a millisecond too slow because before you knew it, Mark’s voice was carrying down the hallway, followed shortly by the sound of other doors being opened and more hoots and hollers joining in the noise.

“This is who you’ve been seeing, Luc?”

“Yo, Lowry you owe me 20 bucks.”

“I knew it the whole time. You two weren’t being subtle at all.”

These sentences and more surrounded you as you felt the entire teams’ eyes on the two of you, the heat that you felt in your cheeks earlier now multiplied by a hundred. But soon the embarrassment turned into contentment as the boys came up to you, hugging you and you felt like you were being welcomed to the team once again. And somehow, having the boys know before anyone else made you feel better about the prospect of telling your bosses. Because now you had an entire team backing you; a family that you would now always be a part of regardless of what happened.

Eventually, you feel Pierre’s hands on your waist, pulling your attention from the few bodies still lingering in the hallway to him. And when you connect your eyes to his, you see a matching smile stretched across his face.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #another trope i love to see is the other players acting like siblings towards the main characters #found family energy!!#pierre luc dubois blurb #pierre luc dubois fluff #winnipeg jets blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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cuttergauthier · 1 year

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Coaches Daughter

I hope you love it🤍

(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

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Rutgermcgroarty My girl🤍

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Jdrusk53 ABOUT TIME YOU MAKE IT INSTA OFFICIAL!

→Rutgermcgroarty Shut up johnny

Y/nnaurato Love you🥺🤍

Nolan_moyle Does coach know about this?

→Y/nnaurato Not yet, so keep your mouth shut!

→Nolan_moyle it’s dylan you should worry about

→Dylanduke25 I CAN KEEP A SECRET!

Luca.fantilli Coach is going to kill you!

Lhughes_06 You might want to tell coach, we don’t need an injured player.

→Y/nnaurato stay tune!

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Y/nNaurato to everyone asking, My dad did not injure him!

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Rutgermcgroarty I’m glad he didn’t hurt me, i love you Y/n

→Y/nnaurato I love you to (ps i’m also happy he didn’t hurt you)

→Rutgermcgroarty You said i had nothing to worry about?!

→NolanMoyle Rut let’s be honest here, she’s his daughter, you should have been worried.

brandonnaurato you better not hurt my daughter!

→Rutgermcgroarty wouldn’t dream of it

Markestapa did he drop you?

→Y/nnaurato no he threw me in the snow.

→Dylanduke25 HE THREW YOU?

→Rutgermcgroarty She pushed me in first!

Jdrusk53 You two make me sick🤢

→Sholtz_024 Leave them alone, they're cute!

→Y/nnaurato Thanks Steve🥺

Luca.fantilli i really thought coach was going to kill you!

Lhughes_06 Glad no one was hurt!

adamfantilli How cutee🥺

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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ok i will request my favorite boy who i don't normally get to talk about, sweet nikolaj ehlers !! and just smth about being warm and cozy and cuddly, ya boi's been freezing lately :( <3

DAD'S SHADOW

nikolaj had been gone for about a month while visiting family. you would've gone with him but couldn't get time off work due to your company being so small.

so you stayed home with your dog, jet (affectionately named after the team her dad played on), and watched over the house. nikolaj was due home any minute and it was like jet could sense your excitement.

she was doing zoomies around the apartment you called home. when she heard nikolaj's key in the door, she zoomed to the door, her tail wagging like crazy. her body was so small that when she wagged her tail, her entire body moved with her.

"hi, hi, hi." he laughed, picking her up and letting her kiss all over his face, "i missed you, too." he laughed.

he set her down, but jet followed him as he walked into the living room where you were. he sat down next to you and you immediately wrapped your arms around him.

"that was too long," you mumbled.

"too long." he nodded.

"i missed you so much." you pulled away and kissed him.

"i missed you, too. i don't think you know how much."

"i do."

"never go away for that long ever again."

"i won't." he shook his head.

for the next week, jet and niko were attached at the hip. they went everywhere together. the kitchen, the living room, and even the bathroom.

you were sitting on the couch, watching tv and jet hopped onto the couch and hopped into the spot between you and niko. he unwrapped his arm around you and cuddled jet.

jet looked over at you, an almost smug look on her face. you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

your story

(photo not mine. found on pinterest.)

taylor's blurb "night"

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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Can you do “If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom!” with Pierre Luc Dubois? Thank you 😘

Boyfriend!Pierre-luc taken from this prompt list

For the first time this winter, the weather in Winnipeg is perfect. Normally frigid temperatures accompanied by extreme winds, you woke up to an amazing sight. A few inches of fresh snow, the sun shining and not a single branch moving. Completely still air, to the point it’s almost eerie.

Unlocking your phone and opening the weather app, you expect to find the bright red 'cold weather' banner at the top of the screen. The same warning from yesterday, and the day before, and basically every day this month. Instead it's only -6°C. Practically unheard of for this time of year, the type of warmth that in comparison, feels like summer.

Running back into the bedroom you jump into the bed, almost landing on Pierre in the process. Phillip and Georgia immediately perked up, alarmed by the commotion. Grabbing the blanket you forcefully throw it off him, causing him to shiver as cool air hits him.

“YN…it’s my day off,” Pierre groans, not yet ready to open his eyes. “What you are doing?”

“Pierre! It’s perfect outside!” Running your hand over his broad chest you feel the muscles under his shirt right before you bounce your knees, causing the mattress to move with you.

“Babe,” he groans. Easily wrapping his arm around your waist he pulls you down, pinning you against him in an attempt to calm you. By this point it’s no use, Phillip and Georgia have jumped into the bed and are joining in on the excitement. Tails wagging, stepping all over Pierre's chest with wide smiles.

“Pierre,” you pout. Pushing up on one elbow you haul Phillip up, who eagerly begins licking Pierre’s cheek, causing him to laugh. Bringing his free hand up he pets the dog, who sits on his chest continuing to lick his cheek. Georgia, not wanting to be excluded, forces her way between you and lies with her head in the crook of Pierre’s neck, giving you the opportunity to pet her. Slowly Pierre’s hazel eyes open as he keeps one had on your waist the other gently scratching Phillip.

“What are you going on about?” He asks, finally looking toward you with some sleep in his eyes.

“We have to go outside. There is snow and it’s not that cold, this doesn’t happen here!”

Shaking his head with a grin, he asks, “is there coffee?”

“No, I was going to make it, but the snow distracted me.”

“You’re such a kid,” he laughs. Gently picking the two dogs up and setting them on the bed he sits up slightly, bringing himself closer to you. “Morning.” He places a soft kiss on your lips, morning breath still heavy in his mouth, “can you make coffee.”

“Of course,” you smile. Placing one last kiss on his lips, you leave him alone in bed. Nails click on the floor behind you, following you to the sliding door. Letting them out, you head to the kitchen and begin coffee and breakfast. By the time coffee is brewing the pups are at the door, barking to be let back in. It’s not that they dislike the cold, it’s that they prefer to be with the humans. When you and Pierre are in the living room, they are in the living room. When you are in the backyard during the summer, they are outside with you. Right now you are in the kitchen, and that is where they want to be.

Following a quick breakfast, you are tugging on your hat and boots, zipping up your coat and heading into the backyard. Pierre, still wishing he was in bed, hangs back at first. Watching while you make tiny snowballs and throw them in the air, laughing as the dogs try and track them like tennis balls, only to lose them once they land in the white landscape.

“Pierre!” you scold.

Whipping your head to the side, jaw slacked after a snowball hits you square in the back.

“That was for Georgie, I missed,” he shrugs, but the devilish grin on his face says otherwise.

“You missed?”

“Yes.”

“You? A professional athlete? You missed a shot from 5 ft away?”

“I play hockey not baseball,” he shrugs.

You let it go, or you act like you are letting it go. With a soft smile as if you’ve accepted his lie, you bend down and grab a make a small snowball and begin rolling it around, telling Pierre you want to make a snowman. What you want is for him to come help, get closer, and allow you the opportunity to get him back.

The snow crunches under Pierre’s boots and you hear a loud thud as he falls onto his back, arms wide open. Moving his arms and legs he works to make a snow angel, trying not to trip Phillip who chasing his hands around, thinking he is playing.

“YN, can you help me?” he asks. “I don’t want to ruin it with footprints.”

Sighing, you leave the snowball and walk over to Pierre’s feet, holding your hands out for him to grab. When you feel his hands grasp yours, you start to lean back in an attempt to pull him to his feet, only to be met with resistance. With blown pupils and wide grin, Pierre pulls his hands and you tumble forward landing in the snow. Your legs and butt are completely white, the sleeve of your jacket cold. As you feel snow hit your stomach under your coat you loudly gasp.

“PIERRE!” You want to sound firm, mad, but all that comes out is a laugh.

“You said you wanted to play in the snow,” he explains, taking a snowball and throwing it at your chest, a few flakes going down the top of your sweater.

“OHMYGOD!” you shriek. The commotion pulled the dogs over who are eagerly wagging their tails, Georgia even letting out an excited bark.

“If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom,” you warn, watching him make another snowball.

“Fine,” he huffs, throwing it away, drawing the dogs away momentarily.

Standing up you begin the process of brushing the snow off. Pierre stands beside you and draws a hand back before placing a firm slap on your ass, causing some snow to fall off.

“You are the worst,” you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I put snow on you I get in trouble, I take the snow off I get in trouble, no pleasing you,” he mutters, placing another slap on your ass, to the other cheek this time.

“I’m all cold now.”

"Lets go inside.” His voice is dark and husky, his hand still on your wet clothes burns to the touch. Ducking down he places a kiss to your neck, his lips warm against your skin cooled by the snow. Keeping his hand on your ass, he gives it a firm squeeze, eliciting a faint giggle. “I’ll warm you up.”

Without another word you head for the backdoor with a firm grip on his wrist, two wet pups not far behind.

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savoies · 3 years

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Things Changed - Pierre Luc Dubois.

Summary: Neighbors to lovers.

Word count: hopefully 1.6k

Warnings: hints of angst, a few bad words, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol

A/N: Since I have a cute new neighbor I thought why not use the neighbors to lovers trope to live out all my fantasies. I had a lot of fun writing this with the help of a few close people so enjoy! (not proofread)

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Y/N had recently moved to Canada seven months ago and honestly it was going just fine. Nothing major had happened other than wanting a change of pace and well she had gotten it. Well at least the most change her dog and her could get.

Today was a nice day so she decided why not head to the dog park that was connected to the apartment complex and just spend all day there. What she did not suspect was running into a cute stranger who happened to be her neighbor from a few doors down.

Pierre had come to the dog park well to see the dogs. After the trade from Ohio to Winnipeg he decided that it was best to leave his dogs with his mom until he got settled in. He probably thought that most people would find a broading 6′ 3″ man sitting on a bench creepy but honestly he couldn't care less because the smile the dogs provided him as they ran by was worth the stares.

"Brody! Brody come back here." Y/N yelled as her dog ran across the yard in and around anything he could get through. As her dog ran up to a cute stranger sitting on a bench she couldn't mutter enough curse words to process why this was happening now and today.

"I am so sorry about him, it's just we don't get out much." She replied and mentally shook her head, not understanding why she had to explain herself to a complete stranger.

"Oh it's totally okay, I love dogs. I actually have two but they are back at home. This might seem kind of straight forward but if you ever need a dog sitter I can offer my services." Pierre smiled at the dog and stranger in front of him.

Y/N knew that she shouldnt take up the offer but with work and life and a cute stranger who seemed actually genuine she threw away mostly all her morals and said why the fuck not.

"Really, that would be really helpful. I'm not sure if I should tell you my apartment number now or after I find out you're a murderer." She looked up at him. After assuring her that he was indeed not a murderer and just a normal guy who loved dogs they traded numbers and apartment info. I guess after all the dog park was worth it.

The First Time.

The first time Pierre earned his title of dog sitter was when you went away for a work conference. It had been three days. Honestly you were quite nervous since you had never really left your dog with anyone other than your family but after hanging out with him so often you felt like it was okay.

"Brody say bye to your mom, we are gonna have so much fun without her huh." He said as he led Brody into the living room and waited for you to give any special instructions.

"Pierre thank you so much for doing this. I want him the same way as when I left him." You hugged him as you said your goodbyes and gathered your things to head off to the airport for your departure.

"Have some faith in me Y/N." He said as he closed the door and watched netflix with the dog cuddling into his side.

The Second Time.

A family emergency had presented itself and as much as you wanted to take Brody with you you just knew it wasn't the best choice. Pierre had come over a few times to "spend time with Brody." Even though most of the time was spent joking around and talking about each other's week.

You had got the call when Pierre was over. Both of you sprawled out on the cold tiled floor. "Hello?" You answered as someone quickly informed you on what was going on. "Wait what, uhm yeah I'll go back home right now." You said as you hung up and quickly sprang up to your feet to pack.

"Pierre I know you're busy and you can say no but can you watch Brody, a family emergency has come up." You spoke hastily.

"Yeah of course, everything ok?" He asked worried.

"No but hopefully soon." You gave him a soft smile as you said your goodbyes and rushed out your apartment door.

The Third Time.

The third time was different. Not necessarily an emergency but mostly a way to make sure that your dog was okay for a few hours. Or at least not alone and spending it with one of his favorite people aside from you. You had gone out to a club with some coworkers and had dropped off Brody at Pierres earlier in the day. Of course you asked if he was busy and he said he had to catch up on some work so that's the only reason you really asked him to. You knew he had a life aside from your dog sitting escapades.

Later on in the night as you arrived home with a guest you had asked him to wait by the door as you went to go pick up Brody from a few doors down. It was late and maybe you should have just done it in the morning. But your mind being hazy with the few drinks from earlier didn't think about Pld being asleep and you knocked before you could stop yourself.

Pierre was slowly drifting off to sleep with thoughts of you in his head. How he had to adapt to this new city which he barely knew anything about but since you had come into his life everything seemed somewhat easier.

There was a soft knock on his door and as he rubbed the tiredness from his eyes he walked up to the door with Brody close by to his feet and he saw you. "Y/N hey what are you doing here?" He asked confused on why you were here at one in the morning.

"Just here to pick up Brody." You smiled at him as he looked towards your apartment and his smile dropped as he saw the random dude standing in front of your door awkwardly.

He knew he shouldn't be making a big deal out of it. You guys weren't anything in the first place. But Pierre couldn't help what he felt towards you.

"You okay?" He asked before letting you head back.

"Yeah, I'll see you soon." You said as you walked away.

After that things weren't the same. You could sense it. After getting the stranger out your bed you cleaned up and headed over to Pierres for your weekly brunch hang out but he didn't answer. That wasn't what made you realize that it wasn't the same. I mean you knew he had a busy life. Maybe it was the way that every time there was a knock on your door you were hoping it was Pierre hoping to "hang out with Brody" but it never was.

Or maybe it was that he was ignoring you. It had been a week since you had last seen him and as you walked to the elevator you tried to rack your mind with what you could've done to upset him.

As you reached the elevator there stood the boy that you so much wanted to see. Pierre rolled his eyes as you arrived, having deliberately been avoiding you for a full week and bumping into you in the only place he couldn't escape.

Y/N looked up at him hoping that he would talk. Hoping that somehow he would reveal why he was mad or at least why he was ignoring her.

"So it seems like you were just using me as a dog sitter huh.” Pierre broke the silence. He was feeling so many emotions seeing the person that made him feel good about himself.

"What, Dubois what are you talking about?" Y/N looked up at him confused on why he would even think that. Cause honestly it did start like that but after that it grew into a friendship that she was so thankful for.

Pierre just scoffed thinking of what he would say next. "The dude you brought back to your apartment."

"What about him?" Y/N asked.

"Look when i offered to be your dog sitter i didn't think it was for bringing guys around."

"Look Pierre i don't mean this to sound rude at all but when you offered you said it was for whenever i needed a dog sitter and i brought Brody over because I thought you liked spending time with him. And honestly the guy is a one time thing.” Y/N spoke up suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable recalling the events from last night to her not so stranger anymore cute neighbor.

"I do love dogs, honestly spending time with him was nice but why do you think I always came over to hang out with Brody?" He asked putting air quotes around hanging out. Then it clicked in Y/Ns mind. Him coming over more than two times a week, him ignoring her after her unfortunate night with a stranger, them now spilling their guts to each other in an elevator. He liked her. At least she hoped that she was right and was not about to make a dumb mistake.

"Oh." escaped from her mouth. As the door opened and Pierre smiled at Y/N waiting for somewhat of a reaction other than oh.

"Pierre I've always been bad at reading signs so I'm really hoping that I'm reading the correct sign right now. Uhm would you like to maybe come over later, you know to hang out with Brody?" You asked as you put air quotes around hanging out with Brody like he had down earlier.

"I thought you'd never ask." He replied before placing a kiss on your cheek leaving you with a small smile on your face.

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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94 with pld!

Happy blurb weekend!

Tagging: @besthockeyfics @glassdanse @stlbluesbrat21 @dembenchboys @stars-canucks @beauvibaby @nhlboyshavemyhart88 @gotpucks @annedub

94. You don’t have to pay me back.”

Word Count: 506

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You were in such a rush that morning that you forgot to make your lunch, your alarm, for whatever reason, not going off when you needed it to. Either that or you managed to sleep through it ringing for the first 15 minutes it was going off. Regardless, you ran out the door without anything for lunch, your wallet at home, and no way to get food.

“How much do you love me?” you ask into your phone during your break.

“What’s today, Tuesday? Eh, only sort of,” you hear Pierre tease on the other end.

“Are you implying that you love me differently based on what day of the week it is?”

“That’s not important,” he says, ignoring your ‘yes it is,’ “What do you need?”

“Is there any way you would be able to bring me lunch around 12:30? Literally anything you can find would be fine, I just can’t go the entire day without food and I left my wallet at home,” you plead.

You hear him laugh a little, suddenly worried by what he was going to do. “Sure, I’ll see you later.”

You now just had to make it the rest of the time until lunch before Pierre showed up to drop off your lunch, thankful that he had the time that day given his practice and what you were sure was a game later that night (although you had to admit, you had no idea).

When Pierre texted you to meet him outside, you practically ran, feeling like you hadn’t eaten in what was way too long, despite knowing that you had breakfast that morning and were just being dramatic. “Get in,” he tells you.

“I thought you were bringing me lunch?” you ask, poking your head into his car. You saw no food in there.

“I’m bringing you to lunch.”

You roll your eyes, getting in his car anyway. He leans over to give you a kiss before pulling away, refusing to tell you where he was taking you in the forty five minutes you had off for lunch. You weren’t even expecting to leave, your computer still on and your entire bag left sitting at your desk. It wasn’t going to be a problem leaving it there, but you still would have liked some sort of warning before you left.

Pierre-Luc pulls up in front of the cafe the two of you loved going to on weekends when he didn’t have games. “I told you I didn’t have my wallet on me.”

“You don’t have to pay me back. Let me treat you for lunch,” he says, getting out of the car, waiting for you to lead you to the table that was already set up for you. “I called them and told them we were coming and in a rush, so they made the food ahead of time.”

You reach up to kiss him, wishing you could do more for him to thank him. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

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gravestrain · 2 years

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voices; pierre-luc dubois

I’m a little late with this, but here is my blurb for @antoineroussel surprise prompts for November :) I love Luc and I hope you guys enjoy this! Not a ton of dialogue but I’m really proud of this!

Just over 700 words of dad!Pierre fluff :) There’s no pronouns mentioned for the reader, however the reader gives birth to the child so it’s a uterus bearing reader.

i act like i know things i don’t, i just like the sound of your voice (song: all loved up)

Pierre knew everything about you. He knew what made you smile and what made you frown, he knew what you liked to eat after a long day of work and just how to massage out the sore spot in your neck. He knew which shoes you liked to wear when it rained and which when it snowed. And he knew what made your voice sing and what made it crack.

That was his favorite part about you, truly. Your voice. He loved to hear your passion and enthusiasm shine through when you talked about a good day at work, or your favorite song, or what one of your friends had said while you went out for happy hour. Even the sound of your shaky voice when you had a tough day, or you hurt yourself, or you were watching a sad movie. Your voice was so soothing to him.

He never quite understood the magnitude of voices before he met you. He didn’t understand how a voice could make you weak at the knees like his dad always said about his mom. That was until he heard yours.

The little “Luc,” that would come out of your mouth when you needed something, or just simply wanted his attention.

“Luc,” your shaky voice had called out to him from the ensuite earlier that year, causing his heart to race. He ran into the bathroom from the bed and found you standing shakily over the bathroom counter. Three small tests looked up from you, one had a plus sign, one had two lines, and one said the word that conveyed all of those things: pregnant.

Pierre felt his hands shake as he wrapped them around your biceps, pulling you into his chest softly. “Ma belle, please.” He murmured, smoothing out your hair. You trembled in his arms and Pierre was sure he felt the same way to you. The two of you had never been so scared of anything. You knew in your heart that Pierre would be the most amazing dad, but you were both so young and this was certainly a retch in your plans.

Pierre didn’t think he could love the sound of your voice any more until he heard your voice over the phone that March morning. Pierre was on a road trip, and you had gone and found out the sex of your baby. You told him you would wait to tell him until he got home three days later, but the both of you knew wouldn’t last that long. “Luc,” you exclaimed. “It’s a girl.” Your teary voice got the best of you, cracking as those three words came out. But Pierre didn’t even notice, his own tears falling the moment he heard the words come out of your mouth.

Over a year later, Pierre didn’t think he would ever find a sound he loved more than your voice. He had heard perfect songs and the chirps of the prettiest birds and he listened to his favorite albums on loop but nothing would ever compare to the way your honey smooth voice said his name. Until he heard Lennon’s.

Lennon Lucile Dubois, the other light of his life. She was almost identical to you, except she had Pierre’s eyes and his perfect smile. You and Pierre stared at your daughter and she laid on her stomach, playing with her toys on her own. You both found yourself doing this quite often now that the season was over, simply staring at Lennon, in awe of the creature you put on this earth.

“Phil, play nice.” Pierre warned the dog as he barked at Lenny to hand his toy back. Phil nuzzled into his sister’s tiny leg, causing her to giggle. “Da.” She chirped out, causing Pierre’s eyes to widen into saucers. “What did she just say?” He asked, not sure if he heard her correctly. “Lenny bug, what did you just say?” She had made countless intangible noises, but never anything that strung together to even resemble a word.

“Dada.” This time, it was clear as day. Tears fell from his eyes as he grabbed his baby girl, kissing her all over her face and then setting her down and pressing kisses all over your face. Deep down you knew Lennon would say dada first, she was truly a daddy’s girl. And you couldn’t find it in your heart to even be the tiniest bit jealous as you saw the way Pierre’s face lit up.

Pierre didn’t know what he knew anymore. But the one thing he’ll always know, is that nothing will ever compare to the sound of his two girls’ voices.

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bambigoose · 4 years

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Cold Hands Warm Hearts - M. Scheifele

Day 4 of 25 Days of Christmas Blurbs

Winnipeg was freezing, a deep freeze had hit the province overnight three days ago and had yet to break. Years of pond hockey had prepared Mark for the chill, his girlfriend not so much.Andrea moved to Winnipeg for a job opportunity last year, the New Mexican was not doing very well in the snow or cold temperatures and was complaining to a group at the fundraiser when they met. He laughed and warned her it was only going to get worse. Turns out he was right, just about a year ahead of schedule.

Saturday mornings practice had wrapped up about an hour ago, after showering everyone had just elected to head on home. Stepping through his front door and banging the snow off the bottom of his shoes Mark laughed at the human burrito on his couch. “Don’t you laugh at me Scheifele, it’s freezing out there!”

Mark laughed harder watching her attempted to work her hands out of the cocoon of blankets while yelling at him. She was ultimately unsuccessful despite all attempts otherwise. Kicking his shoes off fully, he slid across the floor alla Tom Cruise to the couch. “Let me in!” he whined attempting to separate the blankets, “How many blankets do you have! I don’t have this many in the house.”

“I brought reinforcements.” She chirps with a grin as Mark finally works his way into the nest. Fighting him as he pulled her out of them and up into his arms while falling backwards, tucking himself into the corner with her leaning back onto his chest. She leaned forward and grabbed the blankets, pulling them over them both as Mark laughed again.

“Are you honestly wearing mittens right now?”

Andrea turned around with a blank stare, before blinking righteously at her boyfriend. “I just told you it's freezing!” Mark trapped her arms against her body, tearing the knitted mittens off her hands, “I’m going to get you for this Scheifele!”

Her revenge came sticking her cold hands behind her back underneath his shirt while he yelped lifting up on the couch and turning her to the side. Andrea fell back in the position holding her hands up with a pout on her face, clearly hoping he’d return the mittens. Instead Mark dropped a kiss on the icicles she calls fingers wrapping them up in his own hands. Andrea smiled leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before tucking herself under Mark’s chin basking in the warmth. Without speaking they both cuddled in closer, warm in their cocoon while the wind and snow whipped outside an afternoon nap was definitely in order.

#mark scheifele #mark scheifele imagine #winnipeg jets #Winnipeg jets imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #hockey fanfiction #hockey writing #hockey imagines #Christmas blurbs

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captain-mcdavid · 5 years

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Hey for blurb requests can I ask for #4 with Adam Lowry please

“where’s my hoodie? ... you’re wearing it right now aren’t you?”

“Did you do any laundry yesterday or today?” Adam strides into the living room, nothing covering his torso.

Shaking your head you watch as he lifts pillows, eyes flickering around aimlessly. You have a feeling you know what he’s looking for, so you sit quietly, hoping he’ll give up, and put something else on.

“Where’s my hoodie?” His words are directed at no one in particular, and you can’t help the giggle that falls out of your mouth when he throws his hands up in exasperation.

He glares at you for laughing, and he looks like he’s about to continue searching, but then his line of sight catches right back on you, and you freeze under your pile of blankets. He studies the lump you’re in and you smile innocently, praying he’ll just let it go...

“You haven’t seen it? That light grey one, really soft on the inside?”

You shake your head, turning back to the TV.

“Hun,” The amusement in his voice tells you you’ve been caught, but you still try to play it off one last time.

“Sorry Ads, I don’t know.” You shrug under the weight of the quilts and he chuckles quietly.

“You’re wearing it right now, aren’t you?”

You don’t respond, you just look at him with wide eyes, sheepishly shaking your head, “No,” You draw it out as he moves towards you, cowaring further into your pile when he reaches out to remove the blankets. “Please don’t!”

They’re ripped off of you and the cold air hits your bare legs immediately. You suck a lip in between your teeth, guiltily avoiding eye contact with Adam. “I’m sorry, it’s just so soft and comfy and warm, and I was really cold,”

“If you’re cold you should put some pants on.” He informs.

You raise your brows at him questioningly, “Did you seriously just tell me to put pants on?”

Adam sighs, weighing the options before answering, “Okay you’re right, I don’t want you to put pants on, but I do want that hoodie.”

#a.lowry #livs blurbs #search tags:#adam lowry

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senditcolton · 3 years

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smut+5+pld. oof🥵

“The only way you are getting off is on my thigh” with Pierre Luc Dubois

Oof is right anon. (I’m pretty sure I went overboard once again. Sorry, but at the same time, not really)

As soon as your back slammed against the door, you knew you had Pierre exactly where you wanted him.

You had been a tease the entire night at the Foligno’s annual holiday party and you knew that Pierre had been resisting putting you in you place right then and there. But he couldn’t. Which made it a hundred times more entertaining for you. From flirting with some of the rookies, to dancing in your sinfully silky dress, to even going to the lengths of whispering dirty things into Pierre’s ears in the middle of a crowd, you had done everything in your power to rile Pierre up.

And now you were going to pay for it.

Pierre’s lips were pressed against yours in an instant and you melted within his strong grasp. Your hands flew to his jacket, tightly gripping the fabric and pulling you even closer to him. Pierre deepened the kiss, his hands running up and down your body. You felt as they moved down your arms and gasped into the kiss when he held your wrists in his hands and pressed them against the wall. Breaking away from the kiss, Pierre connected your eyes with his and the look in his eyes made your knees shake underneath you.

“What were you thinking, teasing me like that?” he questioned, his voice rough and deep. You let a sly smirk dance onto your face and gave Pierre your biggest innocent eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just having a little fun.”

Pierre let out a growl at your response, his hands releasing your wrists and wrapping around the back of your thighs, effectively lifted you off the floor. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, your legs hooking behind his waist. You let out a moan when you felt his length press against your core. He carried you further into the apartment and surprised you by laying you down onto the couch. He let go of you and stood above you, shrugging off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

Every little thing he did had you drooling for him. Your legs fell open out of habit and your hands started to trace down your body, lifting your dress up to bunch around your waist and slowly slipping underneath the waistband of your panties. But before you could even press your fingers against your clit, Pierre was on his knees, tearing your hands away from your folds.

You whine in frustration but Pierre quickly replaces your hands with his own, almost tearing your underwear down your legs, and throwing your legs over his shoulders. His tongue goes to lick a bold stripe up your cunt and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of him finally between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue continues its path around your soaked folds. Pierre traces up to your clit and you buck your hips up against his face when his lips close around your sensitive nub. One of Pierre’s arms comes up to press your hips into the couch, holding you at his mercy.

You whine as his tongues continues to tease you, your hands tightening their grip in his hair, silently begging for more.

“Fuck, Luc, I’m close,” you moan out and you feel Pierre smile against your core. He pushes you right to the edge but just as you are about to fall over, he pulls away from you.

You cry out and try to pull him back down but he simply shrugs you off, instead going to kiss his way up your body. He sucks a few hickeys into your collarbones and you lift your hips up towards him, desperate for the orgasm he so cruelly denied you. You feel him chuckle against your neck and his lips graze the shell of your ear.

“Do you think brats get to cum?”

You whimper underneath him as he lifts his body up so he is hovering above you. One eyebrow is quirked up and you know he is expecting an answer from you. You gently shake your head and before you could react, he pulls you in for another intense kiss. His hands come to wrap around your back and you are startled by him pulling you up and gracefully switching positions with you.

Pierre is now sitting back on the couch with you straddling his lap. His fingers gently grasp the zipper on the back of your dress and tugs it down. Shrugging out of the straps, you let your lips break apart from Pierre’s just so he can pull the fabric from your body, leaving you completely naked on top of him. You run your hands down his chest, landing on his belt. You start to undo the buckle, wanting to feel him deep within you, but Pierre once again grabs your hands and pulls them away.

“Oh no, sweetheart. The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You swear you almost cum from his words alone but all you do is slowly nod your head. Pierre gently releases your hands, his moving to your hips as he helps lift you up and over so you are now sitting on one of his muscular thighs.

The fabric of his dress pants feels heavenly against your core and you let out a sigh at the slight pressure against you. Pierre smirks and slowly starts to drag your hips forward. You moan as your clit drags across him and you start to grind down on his thigh. You continue to circle your hips, whining at the friction and Pierre’s hands move from your hips to trace up your body. His fingers gently dance along your ribs, moving to cup your breasts. His fingers tease your nipples and you let out another moan at his ministrations. Your hips move even faster against him and you can feel your orgasm building. Pierre can tell you were getting closer by the way your hips stuttered and your legs trembled. His hands went back to your waist and slowed your movements, causing a whine to be released from your throat.

“Do you want to cum sweetheart?” he asks, the condescending tone in his voice turning you on even more.

“Yes. Please Luc.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

You whimper and gently nod your head yes, your hips still moving against him, trying desperately to gain friction against your core. Pierre lets one of his hands move up your body and gently cup your cheek. He lifts your head so your eyes connect with his and his thumb softly running across your lips. You open and let your mouth close around his digit, lightly sucking. Pierre lets out a soft groan at your actions. He pulls his thumb from your lips and pulls you into a searing kiss.

Pierre deepens the kiss and your hands move to wrap around his neck, pressing him even closer to you. You moan, still on edge from the pressure of his thigh against your core as Pierre’s lips move to your neck. He kisses up your throat until his lips are hovering above your ear.

“Go on, sweetheart. Make yourself cum for me.”

Pierre then leans back against the cushions, one arm casually draped across the top of the couch and the other gently resting on your waist, softly caressing your skin. You place your hands onto Pierre’s upper thigh and use that leverage to push your hips against him once more. It doesn’t take much for that familiar pressure to build up in you and you lock eyes with Pierre again. He is relaxed against the couch, his eyes simply taking in your body, how wound up you are, and how perfect you look on him. You let out one last high-pitched moan and feel your orgasm rush through your body.

You linger on top of Pierre for a few moments, your body trembling with the aftershocks, Pierre’s hand attached to you the entire time. You slowly come down and look to see Pierre staring at you with such intensity and you feel a shyness creep up your neck. You duck your head down but Pierre catches your chin. His eyes dance over your face with such love and tenderness that you melt under his gaze.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes still drinking you in. You lean in and press another kiss into his lips. He holds you there for a few moments until, suddenly, he wraps an arm around you and stands up. You squeal as your feet try to touch the ground but before you can blink, his other arm hooked under your legs and you were now being carried bridal style to the bedroom. Once in there, Pierre gently places you down on the edge of the bed. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“You did so good for me,” he mumbles into your hair and you let hands run up his body. They find their place on his belt and you smirk up at him as you start to deftly undo the buckle.

“Now, let me return the favor.”

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nicoleknows-nothing · 5 years

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Hi, I’m very drunk and I love the Winnipeg Jets.

(btw, I am very intoxicated writing this. Lots of wine was consumed during this game.)

Last year, I was not a hockey fan. I barely knew nothing of the sport despite living in a place that breathed and bled hockey. When the Jets made it to the second round with the Preds last year, I decided to tune in. I can tell you that my life has not been the same ever since. I used to follow basketball growing up but I never followed it religiously as much as I followed the Jets this season. I watched their preseason games, I watched every regular season game. Even when I was at work I was listening to the game quietly in the stock room. I learned so much about hockey from the Jets. This past year, I have been through ups and downs with this team but through it all, I love them all.

I am now forever a Jets fan. A Jets stan. People on my social media are shitting on them and I will protect my babies like the mother bear that I am.

Not to mention, all of the wonderful people I have met through this fandom. Especially to the fantastic women in our Jets group chat that have dealt with my antics (like me getting sucked into the Kevin Hayes tag a few days ago... by the way, Chevey needs to sign my boy or else I will RIOT) All of you are beautiful and talented and I love you all so much and I am so happy I have met you guys. For those that live in Winnipeg, we need to do a meet up and crash Scheif’s golf tournament this year LOL.

Thank you for everything this year. Have fun golfing, and we’ll see you at Fan Fest :) Once again, I am drunk :P

#Winnipeg Jets #a blurb #I love the Jets #never change #it feel like a yearbook entry #I reblogged this on someones else blog but it didnt feel right so I deleted it and made it my own post #once again. drunk.#Imma bout to cry watching the last Jets post show #Jamie Thomas #youre a dilf #ok thats it

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years

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Can you write something really sweet and romantic with Laurent Brossoit, could be, like a weekend off at home, watching movies, cooking together...

I kind of changed the request a bit. just a bit.

for your anniversary, laurent wanted to do something special. so he rented a cute little cabin in the woods for a few days, and didn’t tell you.

“what do you mean we’re leaving?” you asked.

“i mean I rented a cabin, and we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” he repeated, cutting into his salmon as if everything was normal.

“no, no, no, go back.” you shook your head, setting down your cutlery, “when did you plan this?”

“a few weeks ago,” he answered, continuing to eat his dinner.

“why?”

“because i wanted to do something special for our anniversary.” he shrugged, reaching for his wine glass and taking a sip.

“are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“nope.” he popped the ‘p’ at the end.

“well, i have to pack.” you immediately began making a mental packing list in your head.

“well, we can pack after dinner,” he told you.

“thank you. i wasn’t expecting this, you know. a nice movie or going out to dinner would’ve been fine.” you told him.

“i know, but that’s what we do every year. i wanted to do something different, and something we’d remember,” he told you, reaching over to the other side, and grabbing your hand.

the next morning, you woke up early, loaded up the car with your luggage and dog, and were on your way. laurent wouldn’t tell you where you were going, but let you play whatever music you wanted.

when you finally got to the cabin, you got out of the car, and were, practically entranced by how beautiful it was. laurent unpacked the car, and let out wander ahead with lola, your dog.

“gosh, this is beautiful.” you turned back to him, looking up at the trees and nature around you.

“well, there’s more to see inside.” laurent set the bags down and opened the front door of the cabin. he was right, it was just as beautiful inside as it was outside.

for the rest of the day, it was spent unpacking and going on a hike. you also did some grocery shopping at a store nearby. you had told laurent you wanted to make dinner as a ‘thank you,’ but he volunteered to help, which you found sweet.

it was really just him attempting not to cut himself while cutting vegetables, and telling stupid jokes to make you laugh. you had a wonderful candle-lit dinner on the back patio, surrounded by trees, where laurent continued to tell you stupid jokes to make you laugh.

after dinner and a movie, you retreated back out to the porch, where you both laid on a lawn chair looking up at the stars. you pointed out all the different constellations you could see and explained what they were and the meaning behind them.

“you know, i really love you.” laurent spoke up from out of the blue. you looked up at him.

“i really love you, too.” you flashed him a cute smile. he smiled, pulling you closer, and kissing the top of your head as you continued to explain all the stars to him.

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cellythefloshie · 1 year

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Two questions about road wife

The four confirmed wives are st. Louis, Tampa, Winnipeg, and panthers?

If both the Tampa and Winnipeg Road wife is reader how does that work?

I’m running a very little sleep sorry not thinking straight

🥰🥰🥰

That is correct. The 4 wives that are confirmed are for the St. Louis Blues (est 2018-2019), Tampa Bay Lightning (est 2019-2020), the Florida Panthers (est 2020-2021) and Winnipeg (est 2022-2023). I write almost all of my content exclusively in the second person / reader insert with the exception of the blurb about the first wife, Ella, and the potential mini-series that would follow her rise and her downfall as the Tampa Bay Lightning's first wife. I wrote this in third person perspective with an OC as I had a loyal reader pic out her name and FC for me and I wanted to be able to honor that as she had been so encouraging and supportive of everything I write. AND Ella's story is so close to the second wife's (reader's) story that at a point it will intertwine and it makes it much easier to have an OC fit into that role. Whereas with the Jets wife (reader), she starts in 2022-2023, her exposure to Tampa's wife (reader) is going to be minimal if not 0, and therefore I find that it's another opportunity to insert the reader as their stories will never cross paths and can be read independently of one another (which I think is great because some people don't like Tampa so they would never have to read the fic to be able to enjoy the Jets fic or any other fic in that "universe". I also have a name and FC assigned to each wife as they are developed, which can be seen on my OC blog @celly-oc and that helps me personally keep things organized and separated from one another when everyone is often referred to "you" in my stories as reader insert fics are generally what thrives in this fandom. Hope this helps clear some things up for you!

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troubatrain · 3 years

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masterlist

by team

calgary flames

colorado avalanche

new york islanders

new york rangers

philadelphia flyers

vancouver canucks

winnipeg jets

series

the lovely little lonely series

blurbs

#masterlist

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leafs-lover · 2 years

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“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and

“I think your parents may like me even more than you.”

With PLD, because l absolutely love your imagine with him ! ❤

I hope you like this just like my other PLD imagine❤

Boyfriend!Pierre-Luc x special celebration!reader taken from this prompt list

By clicking 'keep reading' you are agreeing that you are eighteen and are game to read smutty themes. If you don't agree to BOTH of these things, then you should keep on scrolling ;)

Coming home from that night, Pierre is on a high. He was benched after five games in Columbus before being traded to Winnipeg where he has struggled to find his game.

He hasn’t talked about it much, trying to process it all internally but you know it’s been hard. The sudden nature of the trade left you scrambling to get the required paperwork with the border closure. Eventually everything was sorted out, and you were able to join him, watching and supporting while his inconsistency ate him up.

But tonight was his first multi-point night game with the Jets. You could see the pride oozing off him during the post-game press conference and your gears began to spin, knowing your boyfriend deserved a prize. Making your way to the bedroom, you lit an excessive amount of candles covering almost every surface, playing soft and sensual music through your Alexa speaker.

You exfoliated and shaved every inch possible. You fluffed your hair and touched up your makeup, drawing on a dark wings with bright red lips. Heading to the kitchen you poured two very large glasses of wine. Opening the container on the counter, you set a few treats on a plate, leaving everything on a bedside table.

You took Phillip and Georgia on a walk, tuckering them out before bed. Once back inside you stripped off all your coat and boots, leaving them tucked in the hall closet. Next you made you way to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes along the way. Sweater beside the door, pants on the stairs, bra hanging from the railing and underwear dangling off the door handle.

It wasn’t long before you heard the door close and him kick off his shoes. You heard him call out for you before following the breadcrumbs you left for him. With every piece of clothing he passed you heard him mumble under his breath, a French curse word falling from him lips.

By the time the doorknob turns there is a very evident pool between your legs, a spot on the duvet. Opening the door he instantly stops, eyes drinking you in. Your beautiful body, completely exposed and waiting for him.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for the moment,” he finally says through ragged breaths. You watch his dress pants begin to tent up, further increasing the slick between your legs. Tie hanging loosely around his neck, the top two buttons of his navy dress shirt left undone exposing a few of his chest hairs.

“You played great baby,” you smile. Crawling towards him, you rise onto your knees pressing your lips to his neck. Pulling his tie off you shove his jacket down his broad shoulders. Next, as you continue leaving red lip stains on his neck and collar, you begin working on his dress shirt.

Sucking harshly on his neck you release the buttons one at a time, until, finally it joins the growing pile of clothes beside his feet.

“Fuck, YN,” he growls when you lick up his chest, his nails digging into the skin of your ass. Nails scratching down his chest you find his belt, fumbling to release it as he rolls your naked body against his thigh.

“How do you want me baby?” you mumble against his chest, finger trailing over the ink on his bicep.

“Turn around,” he says with a wide smile, which of course you oblige. Two fingers find your clit, stroking over the wetness between your folds. His mouth connects to your earlobe, tongue circling it. Just as he is about to slide two fingers in something catches his eye and his head pops up. “Is that snickerdoodles?” he asks of the plate on the bedside table.

“Yeah, your mom made them and brought them by earlier,” you explain, them your favourite treat. “She wanted me to have them for your road trip, something about comfort food.”

“She is ridiculous,” he laughs. Every time Pierre has a road trip she brings you treats and invites you over to dinner a few times. Pierre constantly gets pictures of the two of you eating brunch, drinking wine together or napping on the couch while watching a cheesy rom-com movie.

“I think your parents like me more than you,” you laugh.

“My mom certainly does,” he laughs. Stepping away he walks over grabbing one. Taking a large bite, he steps back behind you. Pushing you forward so your face hits the smooth duvet you feel his hard member prodding at your entrance.

“These are real good,” he admits, filling his mouth with another bite.

“Are you seriously not going to share?” You whine as he guides himself in. Stilling, you hear him swallow behind you before pulling back and thrusting back in.

“Pierre,” you whine.

“Obviously I’m going to share,” he laughs. Handing the final bite to you, you feel him pull back, once again his thick member brushing against your sweet spot. Barely swallowing your food, Pierre instantly sets a fast pace. Sweat dripping down your face, surely smudging your makeup into the duvet. His nails firmly grasping your hips, yours instantly fisting the sheet, it isn’t long until he sends you free-falling over the ledge.

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savoies · 3 years

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hole in one - cole perfetti.

summary: going mini-golfing w/ cole.

word count: 544.

warnings: maybe one bad word and one that's what he said joke.

a/n: yes this is based on an idea q (@three-headed-monster ) told me about so thank you, and here we are adding yet another team canada boy on the list with a short and sweet blurb. enjoy! *my gif*

Cole hated golf. He liked when you planned your guy’s dates but when you told him what you planned for later today let’s just say he wasn’t the happiest of guys.

“Hey, bub we’re going mini-golfing at four ok, don’t forget.” You reminded your boyfriend Cole as he sat in the living room currently yelling at some of his friends as he played video games with them.

“Guys i'll talk to you later I got to go.” He said as he hung up and walked into the bedroom where you were. “Wait what, when did we decide we were going to play mini-golf?” He asked you.

“I told you last week and you quote on quote said ok sounds good.” You told him. Cole thought about it and now remembered why he didn’t remember, he was on the phone with Braden talking about their summer plans.

“Ok ok fine,” he said as you left him in the room pouting. Now it wasn’t because he hated the actual sport more so because he was somewhat horrible at it.

Both of you at a somewhat complicated course with lots of twists and turns. “Babe uhm maybe we can try an easy one first?” he said offering you a small smile. Both of you walking to one where it was an easy straight line.

“Want to go first?” Cole offered.

“What a gentleman.” You said knowing that the real reason was that he wanted to see what you were going to do first. You made it in after three tries and then it was Cole’s turn. After four tries he made it in.

“Wait oh my god I actually made it! Babe, I made it in.” He said as he dropped his golf club and did a happy dance.

“See and you say you don’t like playing.” You looked at him.

“Psh what when did I say that.” He looked at you as both of you walked to a more complicated one. After doing a few more courses you guys got to the last one which was supposed to be the most complicated. Let’s just say that this one was quite difficult and Cole got irritated fast.

“Ok, how is this so hard, like just go in.” He said as he kept on trying for about the sixth time to make the ball into the hole.

“That’s what he said.” You said as you looked over at your boyfriend widening your eyes. “Sorry force of habit.” You smiled as he continued to try and make it in.

“Fuck why can’t I do this!!” He said a bit too loudly as the workers and family around you guys widened their eyes.

“Babe come on, let's just skip this one.” You said as you grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

“I don’t understand how I can suck at a sport so similar to hockey.” He said as he shrugged.

“In your defense, the only similarity is hitting something with a stick.” You laughed. “Wanna get ice cream?” You suggested.

“Yes, now that’s something I can get behind. And please do not make another joke.” He said as he smiled already knowing what you were thinking. Both of you holding hands as you headed to the ice cream shop.

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